Chapter 3
Ranger pulled up at 9:00 on the dot. He was driving the Mercedes and dressed for work. I opened the door and slid in.
I said.
Ranger replied.
After that stimulating conversation, Ranger slipped into his driving zone and we were on our way.
Long silences just aren't my thing, so I decided to do what I do best. Talk.
So, anything special I should know here? I asked.
Just the usual, Babe. Go in, charm the guy, and bring him out. I'll take it from there. he answered.
Master conversationalist, that's me.
We were silent for the rest of the drive to Stark Street. Ranger was thinking his mysterious thoughts. I was wondering exactly what it was about him that made me do whatever he asked. Sure, I was grateful for all the help he'd given me when I was starting as a bounty hunter, but I was pretty sure that wasn't the only reason I was so willing to help him whenever he asked. Let's face it, as a general rule, trying to entice a rapist to follow you out of a bar isn't the smartest thing you can do.
We pulled into the parking lot of the bar, effectively interrupting my thoughts. There was a pink neon sign flashing Pinky's above the door. The other cars in the lot were of the hard-used and elderly variety. Let's just say if you were playing One of these things is not like the other,' the Mercedes would be the odd one out. Ranger spoke, startling out of my musings.
Come here, we've got to put on the wire.
I scooted a little closer. Ranger produced the mic. With a grin he pulled out my tank top.